ing up in
one of these drawers you speak of whatever instances of moral courage
have come before me in my reading."

"What, then, is it to be to-day, dear Aunt Kate? Can you find me one
that will show me how I ought to act in this sad business?"

After reflecting for a few minutes, Miss Huntingdon began: "I have
rather a strange moral hero to mention now, and yet he is a most real
one. His name is James Comley. He was for years a confirmed infidel--a
most intelligent man, but in utter spiritual darkness. He lived at
Norwich, and carried on the business of a tea-dealer. He had
indoctrinated his wife and children with his own infidel views, and had
never lost an occasion of publicly assailing the truths of religion.
But at last he was brought to see the misery of his condition. He
prayed earnestly for light, and God gave it him at last, and he became a
truly changed man. And now, mark his conduct after this change had
taken place. He at once tore down some lying placards which covered the
shutters of his shop and the whole front of his house--placards which
stated that his tea business was `The Eastern Branch of the Great
European Tea Company,' which company, in fact, had no existence. He
disposed of about seventy empty tea-chests, which had been so arranged
in his shop as to suggest the idea of an immense stock. A huge bale of
unused placards he carried into the Norwich market-place, where he
addressed the crowd that awaited his arrival, and then carried this
bundle of lies to Mousehold Heath, where, after the singing of a hymn,
praying, and addressing the crowd which had accompanied him, he
committed it to the flames. He after this began publicly to preach that
gospel which for nine years in Norwich he had done his best to destroy.
Here was true moral courage indeed; and perhaps his example may be a
help to you, dear Walter, in showing you what you ought to do."

Her nephew had listened with the deepest interest, and now remained
buried in thought. At length he said: "True, dear auntie; I see it all;
my duty is plain enough. James Comley had publicly insulted God and
religion, and he made amends as far as he could do so. At any rate he
showed his sincerity by coming out boldly as an honest man, and as one
who was sorry for the past, by his publicly burning those placards and
then preaching the truth which he used to deny and revile. And I ought
to do the same. I mean that, as I did a public wrong in op